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Beacon Hills


"beginning of arc one”


It was the last weekend of the summer break for the students of Beacon Hills. Malls, and supermarkets were packed to their fullest around this time of year, and with plenty of the tourists returning home to wherever they'd came to visit from, various activities were filled by the Beacon Hills residents. Those who hadn't a chance to visit the boardwalk, and beach did so, or even the carnival and fun fair. Beacon Hills was a tourist attraction for a majority of the summer, which didn't hurt it's residents too much, but they definitely took advantage of their wide array of activities when the foreigners returned home.

A feeling of sea-sickness, and longing was evident throughout the teens and kids of the small town though. Who was truly excited to return to schooling? It seemed the weather was just as gloomy, as what was usually still a bright, and warm Californian town around this time of year had diverted from weather forecasts completely. The weather grew chilly, and night always seemed to come quicker. Amber brown leaves painted the side walks, as if one had fast-forwarded the season to fall already. It wasn't all too cold for the citizens, but it was definitely unnerving and... well, different. When used to one thing for so many years, it's difficult for people to wrap their heads around something foreign-- something supernatural.

It was a good thing that most, if not all of the residents of Beacon Hills were unaware of the legitimacy of it's roots. Born on the supernatural centuries ago, the small town wasn't named "Beacon Hills" out of boredom. The name was significant to what it served as... a Beacon for the supernatural, a secret that had been well-kept for ages. With someone, or something, having recently tampered with the source of mystical energy that had powered the supernatural for so long, and reignited the Beacon's radiating of mystical energies, it's unknown what the effects will be for the rest of the people. And most importantly, for the secret of the supernatural along with their own well-being. Persecution was a usual human instinct for things they didn't understand, gruesome and violent.

Still, the show must go on, even if the people are unaware. For the teens of Beacon Hills High School, this time of year sparked celebration for the past summer, and good tidings going into the new school year. With the town so tight-knit, every student was eventually made aware that there'd be an end of the summer party, whether it was via invitation, social media, or by word of mouth. The constant though, was that the night of the last Sunday before the end of the school year was time to party. The past year it'd been hosted by none other than Beacon Hills native, Cyrus Jackson. The year before it had been the school's Queen Bee, Addison Swan. This year, another elite would follow in the long line, and be added to the history books.

The end of summer party was going to be hosted at the home of Johannes Thorpe, son of one of the wealthiest couples in Beacon Hills, and in the state itself. With his parents out of town, Johannes has taken to another opportunity of opening the famed Thorpe Villa's doors to high school strangers to party. The home has a luxurious, yet simplistic design, and houses plenty of the most lavish upgrades a mansion can handle. It's been the site of loads of Beacon Hills parties, and this one will be no different. The party begins at 10 pm, and will likely go on deep into the night. Champagne, pizza, pools, bikinis... bring it all, to the Thorpe Villa.



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Leviathan Black

Location: Thorpe Villa Driveway


Levi was going to the end of summer party for the first time. He knew Johannes enough to feel like he could at least be there for a while. Wasn't like he had to worry about a curfew anymore, so if he wanted, Levi could stay to the butt-crack of dawn. And he might, just to say he did. "Heh, butt-crack." He didn't have a lot of clothing options, but 'holy' jeans were pretty casual, and topped off with one of the tee shirts still in good condition. It was green, and he liked how his eyes looked when he wore it. What? He could like his own eyes thankyouverymuch.

Levi donned one of his trusted flannel long sleeved shirts, usually at least one or two sizes too big. It really was more of a jacket than a shirt by this point, with his thumbs stuck in the hole of the cuffs. Feet were shoved into his tennis shoes, sans socks, and a quick finger comb to his hair before Levi pushed away from the base of the tree to head over to Johannes' place. It would be a good bit of a walk, but it meant Levi wouldn't arrive early, for sure. He was pretty certain arriving early, sometimes even arriving on time, was a faux pas.

At least he was bringing a gift with him. It was a small wooden carving of the video game character, Link. Levi had tried to make it look as close as he could, even painting it some, in case it wasn't clearly recognizable at first glance. Either way, Levi was pretty sure Johannes would like it, just like the other carvings he gave in trade for the little things his friend left laying around for Levi's pilfering fingers to pilfer.

Problem with the long ass walk, it gave Levi way too much thinking time. Aside from the times spent hanging out with his friends, summer had been pretty rough. Levi hadn't been able to broach the topic with anyone, it still hurt too much. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to give the words breath without feeling a fresh wave of anger and pain. Even now, one hand moved to rub back and forth across his chest as he walked, head down.

"It's hard. I's been trying mys best." Levi stared at the notice held tightly in the grip of his Pa. It was a little crumpled by now, but he knew what it said. Now Pa knew too. He was being held back a year, Levi would have to repeat his Sophomore year of school. Looking back, he had barely passed Freshman English, but had a teacher who was a little sympathetic and gave him opportunities for extra credit. Sophomore year his teacher was so very not. He asked frequently about extra credit, things he could do to supplement his grade, but the man was against it. His grade was being based on his essays and term papers, and Levi was pretty sure the man was also biased against him because of the way he talked.

"I's got someone ta help mes with it. I's getting betters at it." Levi had enlisted the tutoring help of his friend Isaac. Maybe if he had felt comfortable enough asking earlier in the year, he wouldn't be failing now. Hindsight, love it and hate it. Now it was too late, only two months left and no way to get a passing grade by the end of that school year.

"I knew public schooling wasn't right for ya. Shoulda stayed home. Let your brothers keep on teaching ya." Pa spoke in a quiet tone, the tone where you knew the man was really angry. "Should pull you out now and make you work on the farm instead."

Levi felt his chest grow tight with anger, fear, and so many other emotions churning around inside. "Who's gonna teach mes? Theys all gone, Pops. They comes back some to help on the farm, but ain't none o' em gonna wanna schools me none." He did not want to be pulled out of school. He had a couple of friends now, and he liked the school food an awful lot more than Pa's attempts, which were half-assed at best anyway.

"Didn't say you'd be schooled. You'll work the farm. That's it. What are you gonna do with an education? Nothing." The piece of paper was tossed into the fireplace. "You'll fetch yer things tomorrow, and that'll be that."

"NO! I's betterings myself. I's learning things I ain't learned from anyone afore." Levi reached into a pocket of his jeans where he pulled out a small piece of wood. "I kin help keep the farm strongs with more learnings. Looks what I made! It ain't much now, but I keep on going, I can helps repair the farm, and mebbes make things to sell fer money." Levi thrust the little hand carving of a leopard toward his father. "Ain't none in this family making things. I kin learns to make a lot of things, Pa."

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Levi managed to not shrink when his father's heavy steps echoed on the floor as the man approached. Rough, calloused fingers snatched the little carving out of Levi's hand, and was held up for inspection. One could see the moment Abraham realized it was meant to be a clouded leopard. Edges of the man's eyes narrowed and he growled, tossing it into the fireplace as well. When Levi cried out, and made a lunge to get it out, Abraham just shoved the boy back hard enough to make Levi fall back onto the floor. "It's crap. Just like you, cursed crap."

Tears of frustration and hurt wouldn't be held back any longer. They trailed down his cheeks as he stood up, stubbornly determined to get it out of the fire. Only Pa shoved him back down again, a little harder. "WHY? Ma was the same, I's got it from her. It ain't a cursed! Jus' different!" Levi was about to try and stand up again, but Abraham moved into a leaning crouch over the boy. One hand grasped Levi by the front of his shirt.

"You wanna know what's different? What's different between you and your ma?" He growled, face to face, his voice lowered, cold and uncaring. "I loved your ma." He let go of Levi then, and stalked toward his bedroom door. "If you don't leave school, then you'll leave here. My house. My rules." Abraham paused to look back. "Make your choice tonight." He slammed the door hard behind him, hard enough to rattle the items on the living room walls.

Levi's focus was on the carving, starting to catch fire and char. He sprinted for the kitchen, and quickly filled up a large bowl with water which was tossed onto the fire. Water mixed with the kindling, making soot soup spread across the floor. He grabbed the little carving, wincing with the initial burn to his fingers, but the pain was inconsequential to the emotional storm inside. The carving was run under the tap in the kitchen, as he tried to get off as much of the burned bits as he could. Tears made his vision swim, but Levi couldn't stop until it was as good as it was going to get without touching it up himself.

Lost, confused, and feeling a hurt he couldn't recall being as deep as it was then and there, Levi cradled the small carving against his shirt as he quietly moved to his bedroom and closed the door. He crawled under the sheets on his bed and curled into a fetal position. Spent the better part of the night there, silently crying for most of it. The turning point came when he looked at the carving he held so close. The leopard still had the details of its face intact, and it stared back at Levi.

There's nothing for you here.

Levi sniffled a couple more times before wiping his face and leaving the safety blanket of his bed. Movements were filled with purpose now. The rucksack he used every day was opened and the contents checked. Pillow cases were stripped off and set on top of his bed. Then Levi went through his room and started packing everything he thought he could carry, amything he would need above the rest. There would be clothing, school supplies, personal items, pretty much whatever he could fit inside the two pillow cases and his rucksack.

Under a loose floorboard, Levi pulled out all the cash he had been saving. Cash earned from the odd end jobs he's taken where possible, and from just laying around. One more sweep through his room, a couple of things stuffed into a bag, maybe one or two pulled out and set aside, but overall Levi was as packed as he could be. The wood carving was stuffed into a front pocket, and he opened the window in his room.

It sounded so loud in his ears, Levi stilled, maybe hoping to hear his Pa coming to stop him from leaving. After a couple minutes of hearing only his beating heart, and occasional sniffle, Levi crawled out the window. Rucksack was slung around his back, pillowcases over a shoulder, Levi began walking in the same direction he normally took to school. He wasn't sure where he was going to go, or what he was going to do, he did know one thing though. That voice inside was right.

There was nothing left for him here.

Levi looked up and took stock of where he was, managing to push the thoughts aside only by pulling the cat toy out of a pocket. He shook it quietly now and then to avoid delving back into memories he didn't want to relive right now. Things had been rough, but now it was more stable. And soon, he'd have access to school lunches again. Levi really loved those sloppy joes. Jingle jingle. And he'd have things to keep his mind occupied. Would probably take shop again, he'd get to use the tools and extra supplies when the class was done with them. Jingle jingle. Pretty sure it had saved his life.

Thankfully, Levi was certain he could see the Thorpe Villa not too far down the road. Jingle jingle. His steps slowed to a meandering pace, trying to hear how much 'in swing' the party was by now. He hoped it would be just the thing he needed to lighten his steps for a while. Levi could use a bit more merriment right now. He kept to the side of the road, out of the way of approaching cars. The cat toy was shoved back into the pocket, along with his hands, and he counted to a hundred in his head before walking up the driveway to the house.

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It had been a long end of the summer for Cyrus. The accident had only magnified him in the eyes of his parents who usually weren't all too present, something that was new to him and made him feel all too uneasy. With his father working abroad most of the time, and his mother often dealing with court papers and issuing sentences and the like, he wasn't used to be at the center of their attention, nor did he want to be. Cyrus had grown accustomed to having his own independence, to doing things his way, and the constant watchful eye of his parents hadn't made things easier on him. Hell, he hadn't seen his father in months before the man flew in from Belgium just to check on Cyrus.

Flash backs to the car accident only haunted him the more. He couldn't piece all of the events together in his head, like what had even caused the accident. He swore it had been a shadow, but sometimes he remembered... fur? Fur had somehow crashed into his vehicle? Unlikely. There was one recurring scene in his dreams though... one in which his nails, which were abnormally longer than usual, dug into the flesh of a stranger he hadn't an idea of. In the background of it all was his prized convertible, a silver Ferrari Portifono and latest model too, aflame and illuminating the scene in the woods.

Cyrus wasn't even sure how he'd survived either, his parents and medical doctors had the same question as well. He'd spent only a few nights in the hospital before he was discharged, and let go for a mischief charge. The man who he'd punctured with his claws... well, he was never seen again. It was that even that'd made Cyrus more anxious, and uptight than usual. His friends had likely noticed it in his voice, and habits too. And so, he hoped to loosen up, and turn to his old self at the back to school party. Perhaps something familiar like his friends gathering, and school returning once more would bring some normalcy to his life. Hopefully it'd also usher his parents go get back to work and leave him alone. Hell, was he even allowed to sneak out anymore?

It didn't matter, at least not now. Damn near every teen was going to be at the party tonight, and Cyrus was going to attend for sure. Even the parents were aware of the tradition, and most of them skipped over being strict just for that night when the teens could be teens. He checked the time to see just how much time he had left, not that he had to prepare too soon. Cyrus lived very close to the Thorpe Villa, in the upper Beacon Hills area and all. The clock read '9:20' pm, and so he returned to his room and began dressing for the event. Cyrus opted for a polo shirt, one that was tighter on his skin, which was a good way to show off the muscle he'd put on that summer. The shirt itself didn't feel all too tight either, and licked any excess moisture off his skin, if he did have to sweat. He slipped on a pair of faded ripped jeans, all-white sneakers, and adorned it all with his go-to sets of jewelry. An iced out chain, designer belt, and diamond stud earrings on each ear. Just to top it off, he opted for a watch just to tie the whole outfit together.

Cyrus' hands grasped onto the sink, eyes staring down at the mirror as he took in a deep breathe. Besides the frightening flickers following his near-death accident, Cyrus' eyes seemed to flicker from their natural brown, to a blood-red colour. It only seemed to happen at night, but that was one of the list of weird events that'd began happening since the accident. He also felt like his hearing had grown super sensitive, and even the slightest rise in tone would pain him. He wasn't too sure how he'd deal with that tonight, but hopefully he could keep it in check. If not, he'd ask Johannes for some ear plugs, but chances were he'd be fine, he hoped. Cyrus shook his head, and snapped out of his trance. He finished off his dressing with a couple pumps of Dior Homme cologne, before leaving the mess that was his room, and bouncing down two flights of stairs at the Jackson estate.

"Be back by one, dear." Cyrus' mother charmed from her place on the dining table, her sheets of work spread out, and laptop illuminating her face and glasses as her eyes glued to the screen. Cyrus scoffed, and rolled his eyes, only to hear his mother clear her throat sarcastically. She was being serious. "I'll text you if I have to be later, mom." Cyrus sighed, before approaching the dining table. He swiped the keys to his recently fixed convertible, and felt the cold hands of Roberta Jackson wrap tightly around his thicker arm. "Be safe, boy. I love you."

He'd been getting lots of that since the car accident, as if his parents feared he was going to die. He loved the feeling of affection, but hated the pity, and knowledge that his parents worried every time he left the house. Why couldn't they just go back to focusing on their work? Cyrus just let out an exasperated sigh, planted a peck on his mother's cheek, and carried on. He sent a smile towards his younger sister, Amber, as he descended the basement stairs, and was entered into the Jackson estate garage.

His eyes scanned through the plenty cars, from convertibles, and rovers in the sleek white garage. White LED lights were installed in the ceiling, and made each of the cars glimmer and shine. Cyrus made his way to his own silver convertible, and with a press of the keys, the lights turned alive, and the doors unlocked with a soft click sound. He slid onto the beige seats of the car, the Ferrari horse logo was printed everywhere from the seats, to the center of the steering wheel. With one more press of a button, the garage doors slowly retracted, along with the roof of the car. Followed by a final force onto the pedal, as the car roared alive, and exited the garage.

Cyrus was never a serious driver, and the accident wasn't going to change that. Sexy r&b music played through the car's speakers, a mix of Trey Songz and Jacquees echoed through, of which Cyrus was no stranger to. He sang along as he continued towards his first destination, the home of Mariana Flores, of whom he was going to pick up. Mari was a very good friend of Cyrus', and a former ex too. Their breakup didn't cause anything near a wedge between them, and in Cyrus' eyes at least, it only seemed to strengthen their bond. Mariana was definitely a stunning young girl too, something Cyrus wouldn't ignore, and definitely one of the reasons why he'd agreed to pick her up. Asides from being friendly and all. He enjoyed her company, especially at parties, and also wasn't a stranger to the freak Mariana was under the covers of his bed. Just the thought of it made him bite his lower lip, pressing harder on the gas pedal, and accelerating down the road.

The silver Ferrari Portofino pulled up to her house only moments later, and Cyrus made the extra effort to rotate the car, and park it along the side so whenever the two were to leave, it'd be a straight drive away from her home. Any other high school boy would likely have just texted from their vehicle that they'd arrived and were ready to go, but that wasn't the kind of guy Cyrus was. In spite of his charmer tendencies, he did have a level of respect for the women he carried, moreso for Mariana who he had a strong love for. Having turned off the ignition, and unfastened his seat belt, Cyrus exited the car, and shut the door behind him, before scaling the stairs of the Flores household.

In spite of the couples' breakup, Cyrus still had a relatively healthy relationship with Mariana's parents, and wouldn't hesitate to greet them with the same amicability and friendliness as when the two were dating. He just brought a finger over to the doorbell, and stood patiently in the darkness of the night. Man, was he itching to party with Mari.
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As much as Sasha loved the summertime, it was time for this one to come to an end. She couldn't deny it was one for the books with highs and lows. Of course her lowest was getting hit by a drunk driver and ending up in the hospital, basically on her deathbed. She was thankful that she'd taken the brunt of the force so her younger brother was ok because he definitely wouldn't have recovered. Their family had known enough loss for one generation already between her mother and her cousin's older brother. Thanks to her miracle recovery she will still be able to play on the basketball team when school starts. She was afraid while she was recovering they wouldn't clear her. In hindsight that should've been the least of her worries when her whole life was on the line.

She shook her head and tried to push those thoughts to the back of her mind. Tonight was not about doom and gloom or tragic what if's. To be honest she'd heard about a lot of terrible things that'd been happening over the summer. The perk of being stuck in a hospital room for a month, was the really crappy cable options. Her own friends weren't safe from the accidents and, that's why even more than ever this party was needed. She felt they needed just one night before the busyness of school made it more difficult for them to focus and be happy to just be alive and around people they cared about. Sasha wasn't normally sappy, and if you challenged her on it she'd blow it off as a part of your imagination. She blamed it on the pain medicine personally, and figured this party and school would be exactly the return to normalcy she needed to help her get back in her normal frame of mind.

Sasha grabbed her phone and texted Jayden and Spencer letting them know that she was almost ready and going to be on her way soon. She convinced her dad to let her borrow the car for the night so long as she promised that it'd come back in one piece. Sasha didn't think of herself as reckless, but she understood his concern after everything that's happened. It was nothing particularly special just a black Nissan Altima. She couldn't exactly have the two of them fit on her motorcycle which is how she normally would get around town if not on her skateboard.

After the text where scent she tossed on her white crop top hoodie along with her, excessively, ripped light blue jeans. It was the style, but it was still a lot. In theory it was simple outfit which is why she liked it, but still really her style without the constraints of the school dress code. She pulled a few strands of her hair into a braid that wrapped to the back of her head letting it hang down before curling the ends. Her signature pink dyed hair was starting to fade since she hadn't touched it up in nearly a month, but considering her hair had lightened up due to the dye as well it was still easy to make out. Last but not least she grabbed a pair of hoop earrings, a gold bracelet chain, and gave herself a look over in her full body mirror.

"Perfect" She hummed. She was really excited to get to see her friends because due to be in the hospital a month, and then her father and brothers wanting to keep an extra close eye on her, she's not gotten to see a lot of them. What free time she had out the house was spent training to get back in shape for the season. She decided to send a text to Natalia as well letting her know she'd be at the party soon and that she hoped to see her there. With that she grabbed the keys and got in her car making her way first to Jayden's place. It didn't take her too long to arrive considering she'd always been a bit of a speed demon. She tried to be more cautious seeing as this wasn't her car, but somethings never change. She quickly jumped out and rang the bell. She hoped the girl was ready since she still had to go get Spencer after this still. She didn't normally care about being late to a party, but she figured Jayden would want to get their sooner rather then later too. As much as she kept her relationship low-key everyone knew about her and the party host.
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Eliseo had just moved to town, quite literally just a few hours. Eliseo figured it would be easy enough, get to his house, unpack whatever he was told to bring, and then profit for a few hours until he needed to sleep. However, that timeline didn't quite come to fruition.

Eliseo was never a fan of technology, he would use it necessary but for leisure, he would never. Books and cloud watching far outweighed whatever positives technology had. So when Eliseo was expecting to arrive at his new house and unpack, it became a little more difficult to do when he couldn't find the street and eventually got lost. He drove around in circles in his U-Haul truck trying to find the street his house was on. Instead of his house, however, he did find a nice young man who was more than willing to help Eliseo find his house. For Eliseo, the interaction felt embarrassing; he had been psyching himself up for days just so he could act like he was apart of this brand new town and here he was asking a local where a street is. The young man offered to help Eliseo unpack but Eliseo had felt indebted enough to the man that he aptly refused the offer.

He drove up and down the street until eventually finding his house. With a wave of relief, Eliseo began his moving process.

It was a long process, longer than Eliseo had first expected. Previously when he and his uncle would have to move, it was quick and easy and always ahead of schedule. This time though, it was long, arduous and to Eliseo's disapproval, he was way behind schedule. He checked his watch before groaning at the sight of being two hours behind in his perfectly planned and plotted schedule. Eliseo had planned to spend the rest of his time in the afternoon to prepare his new garden and then spend the rest of his evening unpacking necessities and getting ready for an 'end of the year party' as the young man who had graciously helped him find his house. Unfortunately, Eliseo was halfway through the afternoon and nothing had been prepared in what he envisioned to be his gardening space.

Eliseo felt unmotivated, his schedule was ruined and his day could end up just the same if he didn't do something about it, or at least do something productive with his time. After a bit of rational thinking, he decided to charm his watch to at least protect him from whatever threats there could be. It would, however, only last for 24 hours with Eliseo's current set up but he figured it would be enough. Eliseo would've brought his pre-existing charms with him in the truck but ever since his pre-teen years, his uncle instilled the fear that if too many charms and talismans were close to each other; something awful would happen. As such, Eliseo made his uncle mail his charms in increments to him to avoid this problem.

The charming went without a hitch but Eliseo drained most of his loaded magic. Nonetheless, he did have a charm that would protect him from any mind trickery and anything magical. It was the latter part of the charm that made Eliseo lose so much of his magic in one session but he wasn't complaining. Eliseo drew a deep breath before moving onto the final part of his evening, the first part he had skipped didn't matter much now.

He prepared himself and dressed as formal as possible before he faced a certain altercation in his appearance. "Wait, is it a formal party?" Eliseo asked himself in the mirror, his face filled with confusion. He looked at himself in the mirror then just himself before realizing he may be dressing a little too formal. He groaned with irritation. He said it was a party but is it formal? Eliseo looked at himself again. Well it's not a gala; it's a before school party so... He groaned again before deciding to change into more informal clothes.

This time around when Eliseo looked at himself in the mirror, he found his appearance at least a little more fitting for a party. "This feels right." He nodded as he checked himself out in the mirror. Eliseo rushed to his front door, checking his watch as he did. I have about... A half an hour before I should technically leave so... Eliseo decided to load as much magic as he could in such a small timeframe by picking weeds out of his front yard and burning them to ash then spreading what was left onto the soil.

After some time, Eliseo cleaned up his hands and began his long walk to the party location or at least its general direction. It's not like he was about to take the rented U-Haul truck to the party, it wasn't an option for him. Walking was a better idea considering Eliseo didn't know how to work the buses and hitchhiking is a dangerous way to travel.

This might take a while...
 


Location: Thorpe Villa | Interacting with: Isaac mogy mogy | Mentions: Cyrus fin fin , Jayden enigma2 enigma2 |Outfit: X


It was the last day of freedom before school started again, and somehow Johannes had woken up earlier than usual. At 7 AM he was up from bed and getting ready for his morning swim. It was rather unconventional that when he actually had the time to sleep in, he’d barely gotten 4 hours of sleep. He dreaded the exhaustion that would creep over him during the party, but it was nothing a couple of drinks couldn’t fix.

After his morning work out and swim, Johannes found himself spending the rest of the day doing nothing in particular. He had lazed around in the living room, played on his phone and stared at the gloomy weather. The party was already off to a bad start; if the weather got any worse the opportunity to use the outdoor area would fade. Anyone would know that the mood of a summer party would cripple under rain.

As he lay on the couch with a piece of leftover pizza in his mouth, Johannes felt anxious for how it would all turn out. Normally a party was just that, a party. However, this was the party, and he was unsure if it would be good enough. Unlike other parties where he just bought alcohol and invited people, this time he had put effort behind it. He had consulted Mariana and gotten her recommendations on how to do it. With her help he had ordered all kinds of things; A custom made beer-pong table, decorations, strobe lights, as well as brand new speakers that he had hired someone to install in the main room as well as the patio.
Outside, the patio had also been decorated with fairy lights and he had bought extra chairs and couches to be used as seating. Almost everything was ready outside and the only thing he had to worry over was the inside of the house. In the basement storage room he had stored all the alcohol he had bought and needed to carry it upstairs, as well as getting rid of all breakable items in the main room.

Johannes ended up calling Isaac, partly for help and partly just to have company while he got everything ready. Once Isaac had arrived, Johannes had given him simple tasks, such as making sure the master bedroom upstairs was locked and hiding away the few decorations that could easily break. Meanwhile Johannes carried crates of alcoholic beverages upstairs. When a majority of the crates had been carried to the kitchen, he proceeded to put them in the fridge. The fridge itself was empty; he had just recently gotten home from his summer holiday and hadn’t seen the need to buy food only to order in on most days. When the fridge was full of beers, ciders, alcopops and mixers, he put the rest on the kitchen table along with the bottles of vodka, gin, whiskey, tequila and other alcohols. The drinks were accompanied with approximately 500 red solo cups and plastic wine glasses. In the kitchen’s hidden alcohol cabinet, he had stored the bottles of white and red wine, as well as the champagne. Hopefully it was enough to satisfy the people.

“You want something to drink?” Johannes asked as he opened a can of beer from the fridge and took a sip from it. He turned to look at Isaac who seemed lost in his own world. It wasn’t something Johannes questioned, it had apparently become a common thing for his friends this summer to just daze off. “Just take whatever you want, there’s non-alcoholic stuff in the fridge as well. I’m going to go downstairs and take a quick shower,” He continued while taking another sip from the beer. Lifting crates up and down the stairs had made him exhausted, and he felt the need to clean himself up before he did anything else.

After taking a cold and refreshing shower, Johannes stood in the mirror inspecting his head injury. It barely peeked out past his hairline, and was mostly covered by his messy bundle of hair. The injury didn’t hurt anymore, but he still checked it regularly. His memory from the night he had gotten it was fuzzy and he tried to ignore thinking about it too much, it gave him a headache.

He splashed some water on his face to get his mind off the subject. There were other things to think about; Like the party and seeing his friends again and Jayden.

Throughout the summer he had spent a lot of time with Jayden, but he always found himself wanting to see her again the second they had gone their own ways. The feelings he had for her were all very new and confusing. He had never felt so dependent on having a specific person around him to function properly. Jayden made him feel happy and safe, and it terrified him. The fear of her leaving him was breathing down his neck everyday and all the feelings it entailed followed him around like a pest.
Not to mention the fact he would have to talk to Cyrus about it soon. Cyrus probably knew something was going on, they didn’t keep it a secret, yet Johannes felt that his best friend deserved being told directly.

While daydreaming about Jayden, Johannes had efficiently brushed his teeth, shaved his face and dried himself off. The only thing that was a struggle while getting ready was finding out what to wear. His walk-in closet had all kinds of clothes, and it made deciding on an outfit harder. A majority of the time he just wore plain jeans and a hoodie, but for the party he wanted to wear something more flashy. Besides, Jayden had stolen most of his favorite hoodies. He pulled out some light blue jeans and a patterned shirt that he tucked into the jeans.

After he brushed his hair into submission and put on some perfume and headed upstairs again. He moved to the kitchen where he found his opened can of beer and continued drinking from it. Johannes looked over to Isaac “What do you think? Do I look sexy enough, or should I unbutton my shirt a bit more?” He joked, moving to slump down in one of the couches.

The time was 9.30, and from experience he knew that there was always someone arriving early or on time. He connected his phone to the bluetooth speakers and put on his party playlist: it was a list with all kinds of music fit for a party. As the music started playing in the background, the volum still relatively low, he started preparing himself for the abundance of people bound to arrive soon. The gate was open for people to drive up their driveway, and the door was unlocked, allowing anyone to enter.
 
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The summer was usually the highlight of Jayden's year, but this time around wasn't the same. Her parents had a falling out about God knows what just two weeks after the break had started, just a few days after her dad had gotten home from tour. Although her parents rarely fought, when they did quarrel it was as if world war III was coming to pass and Jayden had already learned the best thing to do when they did get into arguments was just to subtract herself from the problem. So for about a month of the summer break, Jayden spent a majority of her time with friends until her parent's had decided to get their shit together and act like mature adults. Track was always her favourite thing, but it seemed as though this year everything was just overwhelming to her. Her head was never fully in the game and she felt as though her hopes were slipping right through her hands until a much needed pep talk was given to her by her coach. Last but not least is what she still can't wrap her head around, that fateful night at the fair. She knew it was reckless to go on a date with some random guy just because she was mad at Johannes, but it was the aftermath that still haunts her at night. She can't shake off the thought that something has change inside her, and she can most definitely feel it too but she hasn't revealed this to anyone yet. It's been eating her up inside but she still has unanswered questions and would rather find them on her own then be pestered with questions she can't answer.

Jayden was seated on her California king sized bed, her hands tangled in her curly hair trying to get her hair done. Jayden was never one to turn down a great party and the end of summer party was one you never miss in Beacon Hills, it's only a plus that it's being hosted by Johannes this year. She had spent almost all of her summer with the boy, her feelings growing stronger by each passing minute, but even with all the time together she still felt a pang of sadness whenever the two had to part ways. It also doesn't help that she's been hiding something big from the boy, well everyone to be honest, but this party seemed to be the perfect way to take her mind off that and have a great night with her friends. Speaking of friends, Sasha was meant to be at Jayden's house any minute now, yet the curly haired girl was still stuck on her hair. "Finally" she muttered after getting the hair that had been troubling her for the past 15 minutes to look decent in her eyes. She quickly hopped off her bed, throwing her clothes on as fast as she could, already knowing that Sasha would get to her house before she was ready.

"So cute" she said quietly, patting her hair down and looking over her outfit once more. The bikini set that she wore under her clothes felt slightly uncomfortable, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she got used to the feeling. Her makeup was rather light since she knew how crazy the parties could get and she didn't want to be sweaty and sticky the whole time. Sliding her phone into the pocket of her camo pants, she adjusted her mini MCM backpack that contained her keys, wallet, etc. onto her back. Her eyes scanned over her room once more checking the boxes of the invisible list in her head before walking out of her room and shutting the door quietly. It was at that moment that she heard her doorbell ring and without questioning she instantly knew it was Sasha coming to pick her up. Don't ask her how she got ready on time because even she can't fathom how she got dressed that quickly, nevertheless she was grateful for whoever was helping her from above.

"I love you mom, dad don't pester my mom please. You already know she's my favourite" Jayden said with a smile, laughter erupting from her mother's mouth and a playful mug resting on her father's face. She placed a soft kiss on both of their cheeks and gave them each a hug, heading to the door where she was met with Sasha in a bright white cropped hoodie and jeans ripped in every place possible. Before the girl could even start with the pleasantries, Jayden placed her hands on Sasha's shoulders, ushering her out of the door as her father repeatedly yelled that she should be home by 12. The two of them both knew that was highly unlikely and she closed her house door behind her, drowning out the sound of her father's voice. After they had settled in the Nissan parked in her driveway Jayden turned to Sasha with a grin plastered on her face, looking the girl up and down. She hadn't seen her friend in a while and hurrying away from her parents didn't give her time to get a good look, so she took the time to appreciate her outfit. "Even though you let me know we were taking a car, I can't lie and say that I'd be surprised to see you come here on your motorcycle" Jayden said with a slight chuckle at the end. She knew just how much Sasha loved that bike so the thought of her driving any other vehicle was a surprise to her.
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Interactions: Harry Munroe (side character)
Mentions: Harry, Johannes
If anybody had happened to be in the forest near Blackthorn Lodge at the stupidly early hour of seventeen minutes part two in the morning they might just have been able to make out the figure of a teenage girl and two birds sitting on the roof of the lodge. There was a chill in the air, but not chill enough for her breath to float on the air as she let out a slow exhale. The summer months were drawing to a close and Anya Taylor (the girl known to her family as Artemis and to the residents of Beacon Hills as Clarissa Meyers) was dreading going back to school for what would be her final year in Beacon Hills High.

It wasn't the people that were the cause of this dread. Some of them she simply couldn't stand to be breathing the same air as (i.e. the jocks, cheerleaders and those who filled up their heads with mindless garbage about who cheated on who at the last party, who was 'hot' and who was not and those who thought sports was the centre of universe- it was actually a super massive black hole according to the current scientific theories). It wasn't the work either, despite the reputation she had for being both a rebel, a brawler and a biker, she was extremely intelligent. The workload didn't bother her. The exams were going to be stressful no doubt, but after being raised as a hunter for most of her life, a few tests weren't going to make her collapse in a quivering, spent heap.

No, it was what came after the exams that was filling her with dread. The thought of deciding what she was going to do for the rest of her life. All the others in her school year would be going on to university or maybe going into the family business or maybe just saying 'screw education' and going travelling on a gap year they may never return from. Anya had denounced the family business, there was no going back on that decision, nó matter how much she may question her choices at times. A gap year posed the same problem, her family had people everywhere and it was a minor miracle she hadn't been found hiding out in Becon Hills. University was an option, but to do what? What would be the best thing for a nineteen year old ex-hunter to study? Philosophy? Quantum Mechanics? Financial Maths? Psychology?

Anya let out a sigh, there was no point in pondering it now. She gave a soft whistle to Doyle and Bodie who had been watching her pondering this whole time. She descended back into the warmth of the Lodge.

LATER THAT EVENING
"Remind me why we are going to this stupid party?"
Harry asked, flinging herself into the couch with a huffing sigh, her red hair ponytail swinging violently as she did so. Anya's closest friend was dressed in her typical style- loose jeans, converse and a t-shirt with the movie poster from Jaws on it. "Because it's our last year, that somehow makes it mandatory for everybody to attend, even for the nerds and the loners, who wouldn't usually be seen dead at such an event." Anya told her with an equally loud sigh. Both tended to avoid these kinds of parties- Anya not being a drinker and Harry having no interest in general. But since it was their last year, it seemed like they had to go and show their faces. "I get that, but still."

They bickered back and forth on the topic really just killing time. The party was being hosted at the Thorpe residence. Neither girl could really claim to know Johannes very well, not being the types of girl to make an effort to appear on his radar. But if the party proved a total failure, at least they'd get to see the type of gaff that the rich kids in their school lived in. There was no point showing up at the actual official starting time, nobody ever showed up at that time.

Forty five minutes late was perfectly fine. Harry pulled on a plain black hoodie, while Anya grabbed her leather jacket. The two girls got on their motorbikes and made their way out of the forest, towards the residence. When the party was in full swing Anya was in no doubt that it could be seen and heard for miles around. Pulling up outside Anya regarded the residence with a smirk "Welcome to every teen high school stereotype ever.... all crammed into one MacMansion." She declared.
 
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Addison Swan
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“When will you return, love?” A neat gentle woman was sitting on the California king size bed in the spacy room and watched her only daughter getting ready. She knew Addison hated to be limited and Margaret Swan would do anything for her daughter but she had to at least try, risking another event of eye-rolling and talking back. Not great parenting there, definitely not. Addison was royalty everywhere she came, whether at school or home. Everyone was under her command, including her own parents.

Now she was standing in front of the big mirror, twirling around, still barefoot and made sure the black dress fit her perfectly. She just pinned on a matching choker necklace when the question came and she did indeed roll her eyes and shook her head in outrage. “I’ll come when I come.” she said and reached for her ruby red matte lipstick. You never go wrong with red. And this party was the peak of the summer. She already knew she was going to be late but that has never bother her. She and Jade were on the top of the social pyramid and that position required an entrance worthy of it.

“Don’t worry, mother. And don’t you dare to stay up and wait for me.” she told the good woman and plopped down on the bed next to her to put her shoes on. Her toe nails, as well as fingernails, were painted the very same ruby shade of red as her lips. Once the shoes were in place, she returned to the mirror, fixed non-existing flaws of her make up and tossed her naturally wavy hair back. “Purrfection.” she whispered and grabbed her purse. “I mean it, mother.” She repeated herself in a warning tone and Mrs. Swan has really nothing to say about it so she simply nodded. She loved her daughter to the moon and back with toxic obsessive love which only caused that Addison grew up to be a spoiled entitled brat.

Parents got her everything she has ever wanted. A classic textbook case of overcompensation, buying the love of their only daughter. And so the only daughter clicked down the stairs and headed straight to the garage. Her baby blinked at her when Addie pressed the key and she then folded her petite frame to the driver’s seat elegantly. A moment later, she was driving down the street towards the large Victorian estate where her best friend Jade Beaumont lived. They lived in the same part of the town but there was no way in hell either of them was walking to the house of the other.

Addie blasted music from the small speakers and her head went to the fact that she was starting her senior year. This was going to be the highlight of her high school career, she was going to conquer the highest top. If it was actually possible to climb even higher. She was aiming for the real crown this time, the senior prom queen title was going to be hers. All she had to take care of was to secure a king to stand by her side and accept the crown.

With that on her mind, she parked in front of Jade’s house and honked several times. While waiting, she checked her face again, pursed her lips in the rear window and gently ruffled her hair to add a bit of volume. She adjusted her choker to cover two small reminders of who she actually was and leaned in her seat. Her fingers played with her signature ring, a small piece of jewelry with a blue stone, lapis lazuli, something that enabled her to walk out of her house during the day and not burn to ashes.

Soon, she saw a flash of blonde and Jade was approaching the car. Addie flashed her one of those perfect catalogue smiles and turned the music down just a tad. “Hey. Ready?” she asked and looked into her green eyes. Jade was the only person Addie felt safe to share her secret and it made their friendship even stronger. Once Jade was in the car, Addie darted forward, heading towards the Thorpe Villa. The bitchiest blonde royalty duo was on its way.

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Lila Meredith Hart
Location: Adela's Place
Mentions: Adela, Jayden, Johannes, Sasha, Isaac
Tags: izayoiix izayoiix , Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202
Outfit: x_x
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Lila was driving around town in her truck pondering if she wanted to go to the party or not. She was invited, of course she was, but more likely than not it was going to be drunk teenagers talking shit about just about everyone and everything, playing loud music, and just doing teenager things. At 12, she had dreamed of stuff like that. She and Riley had so many plans of being the popular kids and going to parties together and dancing together but that was before the universe had forced her to grow up.
She had enjoyed living in Beacon Hills so far. It was quite a long shot from the metropolis that was Denver, Colorado. She found that she preferred the laid back, slow life of Beacon hills than the fast jam packed life of Denver. She was sure Riley would love it too. They could have been Living in one of the cabins just out of town. The thought of her best friend brought a smile to Riley's face. She missed Riley quite a bit and had expected to struggle to make friends. More specifically, close friendships. She was quite happy to be proven wrong. She had a fair few friends, and while she was slow to open up to a lot of people but from her perspective things were looking up. Jayden, Ella, Johannes, Isaac, others she almost had a clique. She puked a bit in her mouth thinking about being in a clique. She and Riley used to pride themselves on being outsiders.
"I might as well go." She thought out loud. "It's not like I have anything better to do." She loved her grandparents but it was their retirement and she did not want to be a burden on them any more than she already was. Most of her friends were going to be there. Johannes was hosting the party. He had a pretty sweet place. She quickly texted Adela that she had decided to go to the party after all. Adela was one of her first friends in Beacon Hills. Both of them nerdy, protective, and freshmen together, they were always going to get along. Lila would never admit but she had massive crush on Ella in her freshman year but she knew Ella was straight and she was not going to get into that. Speaking of crushes, Sasha was probably going to be there which might have helped push her towards the idea of going to the party
Driving around, she noticed she had gotten fairly close to Adela's neighborhood. She drove in circles for a bit just to waste a couple minutes and just make sure that she actually wanted to go or not. After a cpouple of seconds he thought to herself, "Screw it." and drove to Ella's house, parked in front of it, and texted her, "Outside. Take your time. No rush."
 
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Jordan Westbrook
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Thorpe Villa
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anya taylor, harry
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Jordan had spent near the entirety of his summer rebuilding the 1968 Dodge Charger, one with a sleek black design, and various added features. The majority of the cost to even buy the car to start came from his job at the local mechanic, and he'd spent more to get parts to adjust it, and modify it. Specifically adding 1970's parts onto the vehicle, along with rear-driving wheels, and a roots-style supercharger engine onto the hood of the car. In spite of the countless hours it took him in the son, load of showers to get grease and oil off of him following each time he'd worked on the car, working on it was something he adored. It also put his mind at ease with the sort of emotions the summer brought him.

Near the end of June was when his mother had gone missing, and this year specifically had been the 5th year anniversary. Jordan had spent each of the past summers moping and brooding about the passing by himself, and had promised himself to do something productive this year. His father took the brunt of the pain each year, and slid into alcoholism and aggression around this time of year. Jordan had learned to distance himself from the man during the summer, as it was during times like these that his father grew more and more violent. He loved the man, for all he did and provided, but their relationship was definitely flawed, and unhealthy.

Still, this year, like he'd promised all those months ago would be different. Very soon he'd be starting his senior year at Beacon Hills High, and quite honestly, he wasn't too sure what he wanted to do after graduation. Whether it was going into mechanics, leaving for university, or staying in Beacon Hills for work. The thought of the future was one of the few things that made Jordan afraid. He just let out an exasperated sigh, and tossed the crowbar back onto the rack of tools on the wall of the garage. Sunlight was receding, as the night dawned onto him, removing the illumination that entered in through the opened garage door. He hadn't realized he was out so long, but the subtle yawn, and lazy eyes quickly reminded him. Jordan rubbed his hands against an old clothe, and made his way back into the home, clicking the automated garage door button to close it behind him.

Once inside, Jordan took a cold shower of which definitely woke him up. The feeling of frigid water running down the surface of your skin definitely gave anyone the chills. In spite of his 'recluse' personality, or perhaps toxic-- anyways, he'd be attending the back to school party. He'd only attended it once, in his freshman year, but with becoming more loose this past school year, he figured it wouldn't hurt to attend the party. Plus, he loved getting high, and would get to see friends such as Anya, Mari, and Isaac if he had the balls to show up. Jordan slapped on his usual kind of clothing, a dark leather jack, plain black tee, some trousers, and black runners. He was simple that way, in that everything he wore matched... since they were all the same colour. He continued on to slip on his earrings, and slid a number of black ringers onto his fingers (finger nails painted black). Gosh, was his style depressing, but he swore he was nothing remotely close to an emo.

With a final glance at the mirror, Jordan descended the stairs, and continued even lower to the wine cellar. His father was working a night shift that night, not that he'd have cared anyways, and so there was no one to stop him from doing what he planned next. He wasn't all too sure if Johannes would be bringing any alcoholic beverages, and had a faded memory of his first back to school party at Beacon Hills. Still, he wouldn't take any chances, and in a, small, dark carry-on bag, Jordan piled in some cans of beer, and one bottle of whisky. On his person, he filled up a flask with gin, just in case he got thirsty himself-- again, he didn't want to be disappointed if something he wanted to drink wasn't present.

Finally, he headed to the garage, bag on his back, and flask of gin tucked deep in his pockets (along with mint-flavoured rolling paper in one pocket, and a ziploc bag of weed in the other). His eyes pondered the small selection of cars that definitely shouldn't have been able to fit into the two-car garage. He desperately wanted to take his recently finished Charger for a spin, finally, but the chances of a drunk student fucking up his car was one he wouldn't take. Instead, he reached for a biking helmet on the tool rack, and in the background, the garage doors had already began ascending. Before leaving, he quickly added a crowbar into his bag, just in case he got into an altercation or had to stop to fix a part of his bike, before hopping onto the sleek black vehicle. Jordan revved the Harley, something he loved to do whenever taking a motorcycle for a spin, and something that definitely also annoyed the neighbours. With applied pressure on the gas pedal, the wheels rolled forwards, and off he drove to the Thorpe Villa.

After what felt like ages of driving, one couldn't miss the massive mansion of Johannes Thorpe. Under the biking helmet, his mouth slowly gaped in awe, waddling forwards slowly as the wheels of his bike moved beneath him. "Be nice, Anya." Jordan called out to the voice ahead him, and with every metre of distance covered, he could make out her figure more and more. He was right, it was none other than Anya Taylor, one of the few people Jordan could manage in the town of Beacon Hills. While moving up to the space beside her, Jordan removed his helmet up from his face, and instinctively took in a deep breathe of hair. His blond locs flowed down to his high shoulders, and in the street lights, one could definitely notice the shimmer in them. As soon as he was done, and set his eyes on Anya, Jordan spotted Harry just past her, and sent the other girl a a subtle chin-flick, the most welcoming he'd probably be to anybody. Following that, he set his sights on Anya once again, whilst descending the bike and putting it in park. "Honestly, A, I didn't think you'd show. Hell, I didn't think I'd show up either..." Jordan's eyes trailed off, following a random high school girl who'd run past the bikers in nothing more than a bikini. There was still quite the distance from the parking area, to the front door of the mansion, and Jordan just chuckled at the sight of the half-naked girl jogging towards the doors. "Definitely a freshman." He noted, before setting his emerald green eyes on Anya once again.
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Mariana Flores
werewolf | party girl
Mariana looked her outfit over in the mirror before peeling the jeans off and throwing them on her bed, a slight groan escaping her pouty lips. She had changed her mind about six times and at this rate, she was sure to run out of options soon. Finally pulling the red, satin dress from her closet and slipping into it, she decided it was good enough. She smoothed out the few wrinkles and chose a pair of black heels to go with it before turning her attention to her hair. It was quite easy to tame and fixed the natural waves that framed her face and after doing so she added a deep red lipstick to finish off her perfect party look.

Just as she did so, the doorbell sounded through the entire house and she heard her mother opening the door to happily greet Cyrus. If you asked Mari, her parents loved Cyrus more than they did their own daughter. He was quite the charmer though so it wasn't too much of a surprise. If they knew him as well as she did, which was pretty well, they would probably feel differently. They trusted him though, which was why she usually caught rides with him to parties. Less questioning that way and she definitely didn't need to sit through any more of her father's hour-long lectures. Ugh, gag.

She grabbed her purse which held her party favors in it and walked out of her room and down the stairs. "You better hurry and leave before your father sees you in this," her mother shook her head a little, motioning to her outfit. Her mom had always been the most laid back of her parents. Her father, on the other hand, could be quite over-protective. "Papi worries too much. Besides, Cyrus won't let anything happen to me," she said, turning to him with a grin. "Love you," she added, quickly kissing her mother's cheek and bouncing out the door before she could say more.

She quickly climbed into his car, pulling the seatbelt over her chest as he pulled off. Some people probably thought it was strange, how he and Mari seemed even closer since their split but in her opinion, it was no one else business. Right? "You look good, as always," she said as she rummaged through her purse. She probably would've made him pull over so they could get a little...better acquainted any other night. "Ready to get the party started?" she asked, holding up the joint she'd pulled out, a smirk plastered on her face. She wasted no time in lighting it and taking a few hits before handing it to him.

Mariana was excited about most parties but especially the ones she had a hand in prepping. She'd had to step in when Johannes made the comment that he was going to originally just throw together something simple. Mari wasn't a big fan of simple. So, she offered to help, and together they'd planned something a little more appealing. "Last party of the summer. We better make it count, huh?" she grinned wickedly as they pulled up to the Thrope residence. As she stepped out of his car, her heels clicked against the pavement and she looped her arm around his. "You gonna be a gentleman and escort me in?" she teased him. They were sure to eventually go their separate ways soon after they walked in but she damn sure did enjoy the looks they often attracted when they arrived at events together. It never got old.
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Location: Thorpe Manor
Interactions: Harry Munroe (side character) Jordan Westbrook
Mentions: Harry, Jordan Westbrook ( fin fin )

Harry smirked at her friend's declaration, she wasn't wrong in her reasoning. Anya's smile widened at the sound of a familiar Harley motorcycle engine. She knew who it was without having to turn around, or listen to the teasing shout that came up the driveway towards her. The engine of Jordan's Westbrook's Harley was distinctive to Anya, she could easily pick the sound out of a line up. That was simply due to the sheer amount of time she'd spent near it

Jordan was one of the select few Anya would call a close friend. He was close enough that she'd told him to just call her Anya, saying it was her prefered name and that she didn't like Clarissa as a name (it just simply wasn't her). The two had been partnered together on an off chance one day and the two quickly figured out that they had quite a lot in common, bonding over a mutual love of motorbikes, mechanics and classic muscle cars. The two would hang out outside of school too. Anya made a point of never lying to Jordan, it was one thing he truly despised. But there were gaping gaps in her narrative and she feared how he'd react if he knew just what exactly it was she'd done with her life before rolling up in Beacon Hills.

At his remark about being nice she rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah Jordan. I'll play nice if they play nice."He pulled up by them taking off the helmet to expose his blond flowing hair, which was slightly longer than Anya's sharp bob cut. Harry gave a nod back to Jordan, leaning against her own bike. The redhead didn't know him as well as Anya, but in her mind he was a cool guy with a great taste in cars and bikes.

At the next part she let out a laugh of agreement. "Yeah, I really didn't think I was gonna show up either. Not my kinda scene, you're more likely to actually fit in here than me, but that's really not saying much. Y'know was considering doing an kind of 'anti-party' thing" she made an air quotes gesture as she spoke "at mine for all the people who don't want to go to this one or wouldn't be said at this kind of thing as a general rule." She shrugged "but that clearly never got off the ground, so here I am."

She raised a single, slightly unimpressed eyebrow at the bikini girl (if the scraps of fabrics she was wearing could even be considered a bikini). If she wore any less clothes she'd be a streaker. Harry's eyes widened slightly at the sight before she turned her attention back to the ongoing conversation. "Without a doubt, clearly I didn't miss anything by not being at one of these things in freshman year."
 
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Isaac Perch
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Mood: Neutral
Location: Thorpe Villa
Interactions: EddieTeddie EddieTeddie (Johannes)
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A forest.

Trees.

Dirt after a storm. Heavy footsteps. Scratching.

Air, almost sweet, metallic.

Red. Everything.

He turns around.

A body. A boy.

White as snow. Dead as a flower.

Eyes, opened, sad.

'Help me.' They ask.

It's too late.

He turns around.

A person. A devil.

No face.

Words.

'You shouldn't be here.'

Fear.

Running.

Throat, dry. Breath, gone.

Waterfalls, silent.

Warm. Hot. Scolding.

Heart. Pulse visible.

Drumming.

Loud, louder.

One hundred years, 2 minutes.

Safety.

"Huh?" Isaac asked, hearing something being said to him, but being so trapped in the world of his own thoughts that he simply couldn't process what was said.

He didn't usually have these types of dreams, ones which felt like they were anything but fake, anything but invented by his own mind. It was true, Isaac had a creative mind, but even his writer's mind couldn't create such an elaborate and horrifying scene in his dreams, which was exactly why he was so confused about it throughout the day which was slowly, but surely coming to an end.

As Johannes continued, saying that there were non-alcoholic beverages in the fridge, Isaac connected the dots and had thanked his friend before Johannes was off to take a shower in the basement.

He jumped down from the surface he had been sitting on, stretching his legs, and looking around the spacious room, finally feeling like he could let his true feelings out for a short while.

Johannes's house had always been one Isaac liked to spend time at. He would never admit it, but he was actually kind of envious of his friend. It was approximately the same size as his own house, but unlike the Perch Manor, the Thorpe Villa was modern and actually looked after by people. Every room's design was complimenting the next, and that was something Isaac's house never had, most of the rooms being filled with nothing but dust and old furniture, slowly forgotten by time itself.

Even though Isaac was never one for working out and bodybuilding, he couldn't help but feel kind of envious that Johannes had a freaking gym next to his room, whereas all Isaac's room had next to it were a couple of locked rooms which were all in the process of being renovated for as long as he could remember.

Being, once again, stuck in his own head, this time comparing the two houses, Isaac didn't notice his friend had come back from the basement, taking a sip of his beer. Once Johannes spoke, however, Isaac realized he was there.

"Um, why not unbutton it all the way and get all of the ladies? Is there perhaps a special lady you are looking to impress?" Isaac didn't know anything about Johannes's love life, but he sure did like to be kept in the loop with all the hot gossip of the most popular of the Beacon Hills teenagers.
 
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Aubrey Robinson
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xoxo
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kennith bell, johnny robinson (npc)
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Aubrey was breathing in short bursts, panting as he rushed to throw on a quick outfit. He'd been on the game with Kennith for hours, from NBA 2k to Call of Duty, and in all honesty, the pair had lost track of time. If Aubrey and Kennith managed to get to the back to school party in punctual fashion with time running against them, and the slow driving of his mother, Aubrey would definitely be surprised. Leaning on the foot of his bed, Aubrey forced on some black jeans, and shoes to match. He continued on with the strenuous process that came with wearing tops, as his dreads almost always got in the way. Today, he was in too much of a rush to care about the neckline of his shirt stretching, and with a tough groan, forced the shirt down over his head. He smiled at himself in the bedroom mirror on the wall in front of the foot of his bed, damn did he look good in gray.

"You almost done, Kenny!" Aubrey shouted towards his buddy in the other room.. In his late brother Sylvester's room. The Robinsons definitely wouldn't have been fine with just anybody sleeping over in Sylvester's room, but with just how close the Robinsons and Bells were, and how often Aubrey had Kennith over, he was basically a second brother to him. Aubrey rose up from his place on the bed, grabbed some glasses from the nightstand, and made his way out of the room where he was met by his grandpa Johnny at the door of his room.

"You should take it with you." Johnny stated. The old man looked past Aubrey and to the t-shaped sword hilt on the nightstand, something that'd taken ages for Aubrey to explain to Kennith was just an old broken sword toy. Aubrey matched his grandfather's gaze, an expression of resentment painted on his face. He'd trained long hours with grandpa Johnny in using the flaming sword that summer, paired with rallying at Beacon Hills park, and walking the mayoral building. He hadn't had any time to himself all summer, not that he regretted any of it. He just needed some time to unwind. Still, he couldn't deny Johnny's words, he was his predecessor after all. And so with the outstretch of a hand, the metallic hilt levitated from the nightstand, and hovered in an unbalanced fashion towards Aubrey. It dropped at right at his foot, as he was about to catch it, and he rolled his eyes again at Johnny's laughter in the background.

"I'm working on it, Gramps." Aubrey whined, but let out a short chuckle of his own as he bent down to pick up the hilt, and tucked it into the bag on him. He always brought his bag, filled with history books, lots of water, now his sword hilt, and some other essentials. There ought to be somebody responsible at the party, and this fifteen year old would be everybody's mother tonight. He gave on last hug to his grandfather, who met him with stern blue eyes following their embrace. "This is a good time to test your scent... Try and smell something inhumane. You've recognized the smell of your family as human, so anything else... believe that it's foreign, and master it. I sense there's foreign powers at work in our town." The old man warned in a hushed tone, just in case Kennith was looming around. Aubrey nodded, but a dangerous thought loomed in his mind. Kennith didn't have a human scent.

He shook the thought, and bobbed down the steps. Aubrey pushed the doors to the townhouse open, descending the outside steps as well, before sliding into the shotgun seat of his mother's grey Toyota Sienna. He and his mother waited for Kennith in the car, but still the thought resounded through his brain.

"Why doesn't Ken have the human smell? What does this mean?"
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[div class=container][div class=textbox] Kennith Bell (Werecoyote) Location: Aubrey's home --> Johannes party

Kennith enjoyed the few parties he'd been invited to last year, and so he hoped this year would be even better. He likes to think of himself as adjusted back to his old regular life with his friends, especially Aubrey. People like him, Levi, and Issac made the transition much easier for him, and he will always be grateful to them for that. Rather then taking the long walk from his place to Johannes end of summer party tonight they'd decided a sleep-over would be way more fun. The two got to hang out, play some games, talk, and he even got to show Aubrey some new sketches and doodles he'd gotten done recently.

Recently he'd been drawing a lot of nature center pieces. First it was the moon and stars, then it mores to flames, waterfalls, and then just forests...but with an enchanted vibe to it. He couldn't put his finger on it quite yet, but something just seemed so much more intense, yet inspiring about the world around them. He even found himself doing longer midnight runs in his Coyote form just to soak it all in. Him and his family being werecoyotes was something he kinda hated he had to keep from him. But with his grandfather sometimes telling stories about the supernatural he couldn't afford to let it slip that the old man wasn't crazy. Ken mostly pretended not to be listening whenever anything close to the conversation popped up and would shrugs and just say "who knows?" His family would never let them hang out or hope for that matter if they knew any of the kids actually believed the stories. Good thing for them Aubrey seemed to be the only one, but he always was out fighting the good fight on a lot of other things to keep his parents occupied.

Ken rushed into the other room realizing as well that time had definitely not been their friend in this, but at the same time knew showing up late wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He went into the next room over that he'd slept in and grabbed the clothes he'd brought for the party. "Yah man just a sec!" He called back to his friend rushing even more now. He tossed on a black shirt and a pair of jeans topped it off with a long red plaid shirt just in case it got a bit chilly into the night. He seemed to always have some sort of jacket or sweater over his clothes. It originally was to hide cuts and bruises from transformation nights gone wrong, but now he just genuinely liked the style.

Hearing who he assumed was Aubrey go down the steps he came out the room hopping on one foot trying to put on his shoe which ultimately lead to him tumbling down the stairs of course. He quickly brushed it off and waved to his grampa urging him not to worry and he was perfectly find. He'd taken harder falls before. Shoved his foot in the shoe that he'd been carrying in his teeth before the tumble but landed on the floor beside him. He jumped up and ran out the door. It was a good thing he had accelerated healing or this boy would constantly be twisting and breaking things in his body. He hopped in the back seat of the car with a wide grin on his face, "All ready! Thanks again for the ride!" He chimed at his mother who was taking them. He hoped this would be the start of a great year. He sat back out out the window and texted a few of his friends that he was on his way.
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Dior Yagaro

location: heading to the Thorpe Villa

Interacting with: Eliseo Biringanon


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Dior spent her last year with her grandmother working half assed, as any moody teenager would do. Between making hexes on the family servants, and going to practically every party there was in the town, time flew until Dior's first year of proper school would start. Hugging her grandmother one last time, Dior began to prepare for the party that every kid in the high school was going to go to. And if you didn't, you could count yourself out from being someone.

When the time was approaching 9 o'clock, Dior finally went to her vehicle and started it up and began to drive to where Johannes texted her earlier. Thank gods Dior would know someone there. Otherwise it would be just another party where she stood in the corner drinking until some unfortunate sod came on over and tried to get freaky. And by freaky, things turned freaky but not the ways the hoped, of course...

Taking her time, as she had plenty of time, Dior took the liberty to drive around and explore more of the time in her car. While driving around, slowly making her way to the villa, Dior spied someone who caught her attention and rolled down the window to yell at him.
"Hey kid, you going to the party at that Villa? If so, come on in if you don't want to walk all the fuckin way." Dior chuckled as she pulled close to him so the passenger side door was beside him. "Get in, we don't have all day."

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[div class=container][div class=textbox] Sasha Robinson (Hellhound) Location: Jayden's House --> Spencer's house


Sasha couldn't help but laugh as her friend pushed her back to the car to escape her parents dotting. Normally shed have had the same issue, but her father was doing a side job, and her brothers were too busy worrying about their class schedule and finding the right books for their classes. Starting college was nerve wreaking it seemed no matter where you go. Last, but not least, Jax was still recovering because he got a stomach bug. He was the most upset to be missing his first high school party, but luckily Sasha was sure Hope was going to come over later and keep him company. She was a sweet girl, and she hoped her little brother knew how lucky he was.

Once they were back in the car Sasha grinned at Jayden loving the outfit and of course her hair, "You look amazing! Also," She snapped in and started the car, "I definitely would've still shown up in my baby, but we've gotta go get Spencer next and I was not about to disrespect her by trying to add on one of the ugly side cars." She giggled. If it was up to her that's the only mode of transportation she'd take, but alas there was limited seating in that, and she did offer to car pool. Not that the Villa was short on parking spaces, but there was sure to be a huge turn out so carpooling just made sense. "Don't worry you'll see me and her on the first day of school." She winked playfully.

Thinking of everyone who would be there she wondered how everyone's summer had been. As her excitement grew, she realized just how much she'd been missing her friends. "Anyways how've you been anything new?" She chimed making her way to Spencer's house. To be honest she was a little surprised everyone was cool with her being behind the wheel again...then again she was surprised she was cool with being behind a wheel again. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she felt stronger and more confident then before. Especially driving at night which used to be the time she hated driving the most. "Jax got himself a lil girlfriend over the summer." She coo'd a little too eager to gush over her little brother growing up.

It didn't take too long to reach Spencer's place, so when she pulled up she took out her phone and gave him a call to see if he was ready or not.


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Leviathan Black

Tags: Johannes EddieTeddie EddieTeddie | Location: Thorpe Villa > Living Room


Ninety-nine. One hundred.

Levi took in a couple of deep breaths after reaching a hundred, chest still tight for reasons that had nothing to do with reliving the past. See, he wasn't a party type of guy. At his height, or lack thereof really, getting lost in a crowd took on a whole new meaning. That's not to say Levi hasn't been to any parties. He briefly attended one his freshman year, couldn't even recall what it was for, or whose party it was. Regardless, Levi considered it a disaster in hindsight. The sheer number of head pats he had received just trying to get through the crowd was enough to aggravate even Mister Rogers. Oh, and let's not forget people picking him up off the ground claiming it was to let him see better.

Pfft! Pfft pfft!

Levi knew his stay would be drastically cut short if either of those events happened again. It seriously felt as if his ability to cope could swing one way or the other in the blink of an eye, and it wasn't a fun sensation to have. A little growl wanted to be set free from the back of his throat, irritation mingling with anxiety. Times like this, Levi needed to center himself, and he knew just the trick. Jingle jingle went the little cat toy in his pocket. With his enhanced hearing, he could just make it out in the thrumming of the party music as he finally headed up the driveway.

Jingle jingle.

Once at the entrance, Levi opened the door and immediately started looking for Johannes. See, Levi knew himself, he knew his weaknesses, and being inside was going to get him into trouble. There was a greater chance of something pretty valuable finding its way into his pocket without Levi even being aware of the pilfering. It was like his hands just acted all on their own. Okay, so maybe there was a collaboration with his eyes. Something had to catch his eye in some fashion, even if it was just in the edges of his periphery. If it was shiny, pretty, something unique about it, a subject matter Levi enjoyed, so many things, as long as it was pocket sized, it was endangered.

So, Levi did his best to keep hands in his pockets, one clutched the cat toy, the other curled around the gift he made for the party's host. Jingle jingle. Now, he just had to find the guy, hand it over, and then he could be free to make his way back outside to linger around the grill. Or wherever there was food to eat. Levi was pretty hungry these days. Food was a great motivator. Problem was, the party had definitely started, increasing the difficulty of Levi finding Johannes.

Levi did growl a little then, and started to jump every few steps. He was a pretty good jumper, it gave him a brief glimpse of the room above most others' heads. Jump jump. Why were there so many goddamn people in one area? Jump jump. Green eyes looked desperately for anyone he knew. Anyone who could help him find who he was looking for. Jump jump. Had he even moved further into the living room? What the hell?

"Fuck this. JOHANNES!"

Levi went old school and just yelled for his friend. He attempted to use a volume just louder than the music and noise of the crowd. One hand was held straight up over his head, fingers wriggling in the air, hoping it wouldn't be long before he'd be found. God he hated crowds. Well, this sure seemed like a crowd to him.

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It only took a moment of waiting for the door knob to buckle, and the door to be pulled open. Cyrus smiled down at Mrs. Flores, revealing a perfect set of pearly whites. He was at the Flores household all too much, even before he and Mari had started dating, and with his charismatic personality, and gentleman tendencies, they seemed to be just as fond of him as he was them. Cyrus could easily recall the times he'd been over to watch Netflix, and "chill" with Mariana on the living room sofas, and all the times her mother had served them a snack or meal before they did the dirty. For now though, he shook the thought, and took her hand in greeting, placing a soft peck on her hand. "Have I told you how stunning you look tonight, Mrs. Flores?" Cyrus asked with a smirk. He loved complimenting Mariana's mother, who in all honestly he felt could be his own mother too. "I definitely see where Mari gets it from."

As if on queue, Mariana's steps echoed from above as she descended the stairs of the home. Cyrus could do nothing but stare in awe at what she'd put together for the night. With each stride forwards, Mariana's silky, natural brown hair bounced along with her. Baby eyes magnified by the burning red lipstick. All along with the red satin dress that seemed to hug Mariana's body in all the right places, and only tempted Cyrus at his place by the door. The things he would've done to her that night if it wasn't for the fact they ought to head to Johannes' place. He could already imagine himself pinning her to the California king bed of the Jackson estate, her nails digging into his back, his body all too intertwined with hers.

Cyrus only seemed to snap out of the trance when Mrs. Flores had spoken, and Mariana was off and out of the house. He quickly muttered his greetings for Mr. Flores to Mariana's mother, before turning out of the home and towards his vehicle. Cyrus rolled his eyes at Mariana who was already comfortably seated in shotgun, she'd definitely grown accustomed to his car in all their shared rides. He was sure she'd missed the vehicle for the three weeks it was out of use following his accident.

Cyrus took to the wheel of the car, and accelerated down to the Thorpe residence. His eyes bounced between the road and Mariana, a smile painting his face as he drove. "Is that even a question, Mari? I'm getting faded tonight for sure." The thought of it all definitely excited it. Questions flowed through his mind: who would he beat in beer pong? Who would he be sleeping with that night? What sort of drinks would Johannes be able to offer them? Cyrus gladly took the blunt in a free hand, one hand on the wheel and another on the roll. Getting faded before the party was definitely part of the enjoyment. Cyrus had already memorized the route to the Thorpe estate like a map on the back of his head. He didn't really require much focus when driving to Jo's home just because of how often he'd been there both as a child, and as a teen currently. He finally passed the blunt back to Mari as he pulled up into the estate parking area. He could make out the figures of Beacon Hills classmates, and newbies alike as he parked.

Cyrus joined Mariana at her side once descended from the vehicle, and grinned to his side as they hooked arms. As they strutted up the small slope and marble stairs of the Thorpe Villa, Mariana and Cyrus radiated nothing less than perfection. Ethereal beauty from the gentleman and his lady definitely didn't go unnoticed. Though he kept his eyes forwards, Cyrus could feel the eyes of some of the other arriving teens stuck onto him, and Mari at his side. It was hard not to take a moment just to admire them, even in the dark of night. "I'm the epitome of gentleman." He boasted, as he pushed the door to the villa open for Mari.

Cyrus for whatever reason was stunned by the music, and vibrant lights, and took a noticeable pause at the door to regain his bearings. The sound of a voice screaming Johannes' name didn't seem to help either, as he grew more and more disoriented. A ringing sound echoed throughout his skull, and he gritted his teeth in pain. His grip around Mariana's arm tightened, and he had to lean onto the door to get his footing once more. Once he could somewhat balance, he pushed himself back up, releasing a long breath before turning his sights stern onto Mari. Cyrus had learned from football that to gain a grasp on the moment, one just had to focus on an object, on something-- in this case, someone. His heavy breathing finally slowed as he took in Mariana, and what felt like all his senses had been amplified, finally died down. "What the hell was that?" Cyrus thought to himself, but he hoped to play it off as nothing more than a trip. "Before you ask, I'm okay, Mari. Let's just enjoy tonight."
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“What? I couldn’t do that, I need to give my fellow men a chance,” Johannes joked, before finishing his beer and putting the empty can on the coffee table in front of him. In the end he left his shirt fully buttoned. “Besides, I don’t think it’s something that will impress Jayden,” He continued, answering Isaac’s second question, “but yeah, she’s quite special,” While he spoke about her, he couldn't help the smile appearing on his lips at the thought. The past month hadn't been spotless for them, they had gotten into their first major fight. For the period that he had been travelling, they had barely kept in touch at all. Luckily, after he had gotten back to Beacon Hills they had talked on the phone and resolved things. He hoped it was something they could put behind them, and he couldn't wait to see her soon. She was coming to the party, he knew that, and he couldn't help but wish for time to pass by a little quicker.

While occupying his thoughts with Jayden, he got up and walked to the fridge. Looking inside at all the cans that would soon be laying around, he knew it would be hell to clean up, luckily he had hired someone for that job. It was the usual housekeeper he called in. Normally he worked twice a week, washing the house and taking care of the garden, but when there was a party he would get called in for an extra shift (with a double salary for having to deal with the aftermath of teenagers).

From the fridge, Johannes took out another beer. As he popped it open and started sipping from it, he couldn’t help but feel excited, not just to see Jayden. Travelling and spending time with family had been fun. He had gotten to get some quality with those living in Norway, as well as his parents. He even managed to force his cousin to come along on the travels. Despite this, he had missed his friends. He had missed the house, his car, drinking and even Beacon Hills itself. It would be great to have a night where everyone could, hopefully, put their troubles behind them and just have fun.

Johannes leaned against the Kitchen bench as he finished his second beer. When the doorbell rang, he couldn't help but let out a sigh. There was always someone early on in a party that tried to be polite. Thankfully he didn't even get halfway to the door before it swung open and a group of about ten people flushed in. They all greeted him enthusiastically and drunkenly before heading directly for the alcohol. As more and more people arrived at the Thorpe Villa, dazed and loud, he found his way to Isaac. “Try to stay for a bit? I’m going to go talk to people, but just come find me if you need anything,” Johannes told his friend, feeling a bit bad for leaving him alone, but also knowing there others asking for his attention.

For a while he stood around the kitchen island with some Sophomore students. The music had been turned up and talking had become more difficult. They played some drinking games that required little talking, while the Beer Pong table was occupied. Johannes had replaced his beer with Gin & Lemonade. People had barely arrived, and he already felt quite tipsy. He was by no means a lightweight, but there was something about the mix of alcohol, little food and little sleep that made him drunk quickly.

At some point, he suddenly heard a voice shout his name over the music. Normally the people who wanted to talk to him just walked to him and started a conversation, so when no one stood behind him he looked around confused. In the crowd, he spotted a frantic hand. Johannes turned to the Sophomores, excused himself, grabbed his drink and made his way towards the one shouting his name.

“Levi, you made it!” He said trying to talk over the music, as he spotted his short friend in the crowd. He looked out of place, to say it mildly, but Johannes was glad to see him. “There are drinks in the kitchen, and food should be here any minute,” Johannes informed, knowing full well that the free food had been a motivation to Levi coming at all. He'd never seen Levi at a party, not that he remembered at least, and hoped he would be able to enjoy himself in the crowd.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Johannes spotted red satin and a flashy smile entering the door. He gave a short nod towards Mariana and Cyrus, but didn't bother to walk over to them yet. At the moment he was more invested in spending time with the friends he rarely saw at parties, before they disappeared. It was inevitable that he would spend time with the two of them later, and he made a mental note to play at least one round of beer pong with Jackson that night.
 
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Leviathan Black

Tags: Johannes EddieTeddie EddieTeddie Isaac mogy mogy | Location: Thorpe Villa > Kitchen


Levi gave the biggest 'cat ate the canary' grin when old school worked, and Johannes was suddenly there. He laughed and pressed his gift into Johannes' free hand before anything else. Another hand wood carving, something Levi tried to tailor to the person he gave it to. "I's made you another little things. And I's apologizy in advanced like, if'n something small goes a missing. You knows I's get it back to you." Levi knew the music and the crowd wasn't really a good conversation spot, but the kitchen sounded good.

"I ain't a drinker, too lightweights I'm sure. Waters good. But.. food, you hads me at free food." Levi chuffed, and had to add a second later. "Uh.. kin yous help me get there? Kinda.. hard to see." He was grateful when his friend led the way, instead of just pointing in the direction. Levi likely would have been swallowed by the land sharks and never seen again. "I hads to look up the game, fer the gift things. Lonk? Lunk? Somethings like that. I ain't gots any games so hope I's gots it right." Levi liked making things for his friends, they probably didn't, and wouldn't, know how much just having them as a friend helped him get through the year.

Once in the kitchen, he flashed two thumbs up at Johannes. "Yous go be hosty withs the mosty. Kin always finds me wherevers the food is." His nose scrunched up a bit, as he had to snort a couple of times and keep all the smells from overwhelming his senses. "Prollys hang outside a lot." Levi laughed, "Yeah. More than prollys." After a while, with all the booze and other things going on, the smells inside the house would be too much for him to handle. For now though, Levi helped himself to a water, and grinned at Isaac.

"Hi's!"

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Eliseo BiringanonLocation: In a car
Interaction: with vielpotato vielpotato

Eliseo walked with as much vigor as he could have. He didn't know how active the streets were during the night so he decided to try to be a little careful. Eliseo shivered as a cool breeze passed by him, the cars passing by him assisting his chilliness. His eyes became heavy as he yawned, his body wasn't used to being out this late, lack of being in his regular timezone made his fatigue worse.

With each car that passed him, Eliseo convinced himself that, instead of learning about the city's transportation system and taking his U-Haul truck; his decision to walk was better. Though, his confidence in his ability to decide things were beginning to waver. He shivered at the thought of walking another step yet there weren't many other options at the moment. Eliseo was stuck, he had no will left to continue walking but if he wanted to attend this party or even go home, it would require more walking lest he hitchhikes of course. Even so, Eliseo wasn't willing to risk his dignity, neither did he have any confidence to try and hitch a ride.

Without any more options remaining, Eliseo decided---- Oh thank god. Eliseo turned his head, looking towards a young woman yelling at him from her car. She pulled close to the curb and offered him a ride. Thoughts raced through his mind; who was this woman; how did she find Eliseo; was she a serial killer who preyed on young men. Eliseo disregarded these thoughts and took up her offer on a ride.

"Thanks." Eliseo sat down in the passenger seat and closed the door. "What's your name?"










 

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